A peek into the life, mind, and heart of a completely sane lunatic.

As the curtain closes.

“…twilight is that time between day and night … limbo … I call it limbo.” – Twilight Bey (Organizer, Gang Truce)

Tonight will be the last time I perform with the cast of Twilight: Los Angeles, 1992 and likely the last time I perform in Charlotte, NC for a long while. In a few months I’ll be relocating to New York in preparation for graduate school at NYU’s Tisch School of the Arts. It seems so unreal that my theatre career has brought me here when all it was initially was refuge from the emotional baggage of my divorce. I’m beyond grateful.

As I mentally prepare to take the stage this evening I can’t help but to think about the process that we as a cast and crew went through to bring us to this night. It has been far from easy. There have been things said, done, and not done that has caused friction along the way. I would like to apologize for anything that I may have said, done, or not done that has contributed to conflict, confusion, or hurt feelings. The last thing I want any theatrical processes I’m a part of to do is leave a participant hurt and/or disillusioned. I understand that sometimes this is unavoidable. How fitting that the cast and crew of a show about human conflict, anger, and miscommunication have become a self fulfilling prophecy.

This is why I’m a theatre artist. It’s so healing and therapeutic. It’s an opportunity for me to look at myself within characters and their situations and gain insight on life that I might not have gotten any other way. The best part is having a gang of people as crazy as I am to do it with!

Twilight folk: I love you all so much and wish you love and light moving forward. I hope life decides to give us another opportunity to work together. Maybe next time it’ll be in something lighter, like Noises Off or some shit, because honestly … it was fairly unrealistic to believe that we could give birth to a baby as heavy as Twilight: Los Angeles, 1992 and not have to have a few stitches ;). (Okay that was gross.) Anyway … One more time people! Let’s make Anna Deveare Smith proud ;).